Isabel is strumming the heater vent like she strums her ukulele, Milla’s violin, and my cello.
I have said it before, but it is true. I used to be prolific. Go back to 2007, 2008. You’ll see. Every day, all the time. Now the most writing I do is an occasional status update on facebook. Whoopee. That’s life with a baby. I actually had a real idea last week right in the dawn space before waking. I lost it. Then this morning I decided to write about cello shopping…shello chopping. Now baby is kissing the mirror, biting the ball, kissing the mirror, biting the ball. She is a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants kind of gal.
Time to get going again. I will watch Isabel strum, and oh, now she is shoving the ball into the mirror and singing to it. Fun times!